My Idea about posture

I heard these two old women talking at my church the other day about how bad teen posture is getting. It's true. The majority of us slouch whenever possible and walk hunched forward.

This is why.

We have more homework and bigger books. It's as simple as that.
Students sit hunched over desks scrawling nonsense in our little notebooks for 7 hours a day with breaks inbetween to haul around 20 lbs worth of books on our backs. After years over that we are starting to look a little slumpish.
Not saying it's bad. I would prefer that than be stupid.
But give us a break, bad posture is the least of the worlds problems right now. Find something better to complain about.
And on the flipside I'll put forth an effort to sit up straighter in my chair during service.

Sexting..?

I just read the most ridiculous article ever.

Teens are being charged with felonies for sending nude photos over the cell. On top of that they become a registered sex offender for up to two decades.

Ridiculous.

It starts out with a principal confiscating a kids phone, to find a nude picture of the guys girlfriend. So.. they call the cops. Granted this was a hypothetical situation, but based on actual events.

First I don't think teachers, deans, principals, anybody, should be able to take a students phone and look through it. If there is probable evidence it's being used to sell drugs or something, then fine, I could care less. They can take it and chop it up if it makes them feel better. But when it is taken during class I don't think the teacher should have the right to dig through their phone for no reason. Turn it off, put it in the fancy desk, be done with it.

Ok second. Its the guy's girlfriend. Honestly they are probably doing a lot more if they are sending nudes.

Last calling the cops is a little extreme. My goodness talk to the guy and explain what a big deal it is. More than likely he didn't know how easily that stuff is spread around. He will be embarrassed people will found out. Or if adults are getting that worried about it have an assembly. Tell us the dangers of "showing off ourselves" to the world. It will at least be different from all the drug and abstinence talk we get. Honestly it is getting redundant.

I agree with the idea. I don't think pictures of yourself sporting the all original birthday suit is all that classy. Have a little self respect.

I don't agree with the idiot who wrote the column. (Sorry Mr. Worth if she happens to be some journalism buddy of yours, but I really hated how she wrote the story) She portrayed herself as some saint trying to defend teens, while at the same time calling us stupid. No she did not directly call us stupid, but we have all learned how if you want someone to see it a certain way all you have to do is write it a certain way.

I don't know if she thought she was doing us a favor by dumbing us down to make us look less responsible, thus making us seem unaware of what we were doing. Or if she just thinks we are the biggest let down in society yet. If nobody has read it this ties into my post, yes the world pretty much thinks we all suck. they are wrong =).

This is a link to the article
http://www.slate.com/id/2211169
read, enjoy, comment (:

my ode to cheesiness (:

You don't have to say goodbye
And I won't have to say hello
You can stay here forever
You will never have to go
Together we will stay
Where the birds always sing
I will never leave your side
Because you will be my everything
Simplicity
Is the key to my heart
I could want nothing more
Than to never be apart
I shall be your princess
and you my prince
In harmony as one
we will be ever since
we lay eyes on each other
like destined fateand for that moment
I will forever wait

"Love is the most expensive of emotions"

$14.7 Billion is predicted to be spent on Valentine's Day this year.
Yes love is important, and showing you love someone is important as well. I won't deny it. My problem is that people are spending 14.7 Billion on chocolate, jewelry, and flowers.

I could get really charity like and say "give it to the starving!" but that's not my point.

We live in the materialistic world where we measure our relationships based on what we get. Not kidding I bet everyone has thought in their head, "that's it?" Yea that's it.

This is my idea, make this one more meaningful. Instead of going out and getting her the most amazing looking card ever, keep it simple. Then write on the inside why you like her, not why Hallmark likes her.

Flowers are overrated. They die right away, if they escape the dog or cat for that long.

I do like the excuse to eat chocolate. But the stuff where your not even sure if it's chocolate anymore? Ha give me a plain Hersey's bar any day. Anyway less trash than those stupid plastic boxes (save the environment ;) )

Oh and that necklace that looks so nice. I would feel so guilty wearing that. It's almost like the girls compete to see who got the best stuff. "oh look how much he loves me. This is just gorgeous!" You're stupid.

Ok but this is my favorite part. Just to be generic, It saves money =) It's all over the news, but some people have missed it. The economy is tight. Maybe pay off your mortgage? On the other hand it's a good, natural, stimulus package. So stimulate it another way. Talk to your significant other on how to spend the money. Give it to a cause, or spend it on something you would both want, but may not be as romantic. Then later you can be all romantic just the two of you. Bet that would mean more anyway..

it's just a short story.

My arms and legs are heavy. Burning as if the bones themselves are on fine.
I love it.
The cry for rest from my lungs goes unheard.
I am invincible. Unstoppable.
Running.

In 7th grade I joined track. I don't remember my reasoning behind joining, if there was any, but within a week I cursed it.

Running hated me, and the feeling was mutual. I would stand at practice with Nike's laced tight, and a t-shirt hanging on me like a garbage bag. My only hope was for survival while I waited for the torture that is exercise.

At my first track meet my coach encouraged me to fun the mile. After a lot of stalling I came to the conclusion, running around the track 4 times wouldn't be that bad.

By the second time around I wanted someone to shoot me just to put me out of my misery. The only reason I kept running was because everyone was cheering for me with more excitement than I thought possible.
It wasn't until after the race, I found out they all thought I was in first instead of dead last. That's how far behind I was.

Returning home, humiliated, I declared running "man's stupidest idea yet." I promised I would never run again unless it was completely necessary for my survival.

The next day I went to practice.

The junior high team practiced at the high school's track with the high school team. I still called them big kids on occasion. A habit from childhood, that proved my own immaturity. Instead of practicing with my team I watched them. I would hide out in the locker rooms, watching them wizz by.

They ran like the wind, or at least to me they did. They pushed themselves to the very limit or their potential.

It wasn't impressive.
I thought they were stupid. When they started running I say pointlessness, and when they finished, pain. They gained nothing, yet gave everything.

There was no decisive turning point. I never sat down, and said I wanted to be like those high schoolers; however, at some moment I realized running is about challenging yourself. Their only motivation being themselves.

Now when I saw them start running I saw courage, and when they finished a conquerer.

That is what I wanted to be.

I was the slowest on the team with the most determination. Pain now marked growth. The very meaning of the word changed.

I knelt down to tighten the laces or my now worn Nike's. Many miles maked on the bottoms of them. Then I take off. My eyes set on the distance. A new goal, and only myself to push me there.

Jerkish teachers. I just love them.

You know the touchy feeling type of the teacher is the one that builds you up, and cheers you on. They are the ones that are nominated for awards and all of that jazzy stuff. But lately the fad has been to act too cool, or something, for the students. Sarcasm has become a part of everyday lessons.

I'm not saying it bothers me too much. If that's the way they feel they can teach the best, then fine. No big deal. What bothers me is when they take it too far. Like they something particularly rude, that they said just to get a reaction. Not even kidding. It happens.

But who is going to stand up to them? Not me for sure. I would rather sit silently and take it than be the one to say something over such a silly issue. Like I said it doesn't bother me too much. I'm just thinking about the students in our school who are a bit more touchy. How would they take it?

I can only think of 2-3 teachers of mine that really do it. But out of 7? Maybe something should be said?

Yes the world thinks we all pretty much suck. They are wrong =)

I was listening to my youth pastor's sermon Wednesday night and one of his main points was "Society has lowered it's standards for you. It's almost like you are in training to one day be something great." Someday. Right now we can't be though. We are still teenagers.

But wait.. For centuries haven't teenagers played important roles in society? People my age would have families, jobs, lives. I'm not saying I'm capable of any of that. Years and years of teenagers being dubbed as irresponsible, trouble makers. Then us dutifully living up to those expectations.

It is ridiculous. This generation needs to get up off of it's fat lazy butt and do something. Where will America go if none of us are willing to excel. It's like we all want the fame without the work. Not saying I'm innocent, but now that I have stepped back a taken a look at it, I think we can do it. Get involved in a community project, or even just push yourselves during class. Prove that we are not the generation that will have it all handed to us.

I sound like a jerk.. that's alright this time

This is one of a few of my favorite things ever. I have a friend of sorts who insists on guessing what I'm thinking. She thinks she has it, when in reality she has no idea, whatsoever. It gets better though. My friend never bothered once to ask what might be wrong. She never thought maybe there is something bigger going on in my life than her little human video.

They planned out this human video thing. It was a good idea, and I thought it would be a great experience for them. But I didn't even find out I was supposed to be in it until way later. I figured sure why not, I can fit it into my schedule somehow. So I told them I'll try if they really need me to do it. No answer. End of conversation. Ok well the little rehearsal things they planned I wasn't able to go to. Sue me. As a result I had no idea what was going on, they moved on with it without me. No big deal. I was never really in it to begin with.

In case I haven't made it clear enough in some of my past blogs, I am a busy person. Everyday is like being on a treadmill I only jump off of the moment right before I fall asleep. So the single day I have a moment to relax is the day the decide to come over to "practice". It just so happened that was honestly one of the worst days ever. Dance practice was a killer, and all day I had been catching crap from almost every side. And one of the girls had the nerve to come up to me and ask if I was done being crabby. Ok sorry I didn't walk into the room and jump around with you guys like an idiot. Next time I'll try harder to accommodate you.. Really? Stupid.. (She thinks I didn't want to do it because she ask me to join in with them, as if I needed an invitation when it's at my own house. Sorry hun but that's not why at all.)

Then they performed it at youth group for our pastor. It was really good. Not going to lie they did an amazing job. There were a few things they could fix. One of them being mouthing out the words clearer. While I was trying to help them with it, they honestly turned around and started talking about something else. What the heck? Later they asked me what I thought of it again. Every time I tried to answer they all started talking. I don't think I ever told them exactly what I thought of it. I gave up and walked away. I'm not putting for the effort to help if they can't shut up and listen. After all that they separate themselves from the rest of us in the hallway. Talking all quiet about who knows what. Probably something unimportant. I remember when it used to be fun. We would all hang out, and if someone had a bad day, we were there for each other. Not push them away like they are going to infect everyone. I think it was only because we were all naive. Who cares.

Bottom line. More important issues are coming up in my life. Things that matter, make a difference, and are really making it hard for me. It won't stop for some petty tiff they think I have, because I wasn't "invited personally". I'm coming off as a jerk, since I'm completely ripping them apart, but you know right now I don't care. If they have such a big deal with this whole thing maybe they should ask me themselves what's going on. As far as I'm concerned I'm done with church and there little clique. It's not worth it.

You Have All Been Tricked

Grades don't matter. Well maybe they do, but they shouldn't. I'm not saying it because I have a bad grade, and am frustrated over it. Actually I have quite the opposite. I have straight A's. So what's my problem?

I don't have to try to get good grades. I've only ever sat down and truly studied for a test a few times in my life. I do the homework without hardly ever having a problem with it, except in math class. The effort put into school for me is minimal. So why do I deserve an A? There are people who work hard, stay up late studying, and take pages of notes. Yet no matter how hard they try they can't seem to get anything above a C, except maybe an occasional B.

Don't get me wrong. I love having good grades. But maybe the grading system isn't helping those who are trying the hardest. It rewards naturally smart people, and the few who do work hard for those grades.

This isn't supposed to nag on teachers at all. They teach with whatever method works best for them. But I think it is most fair if participation is a bigger part of the grading process. Think about it. Anybody can raise their hand to volunteer. Your not going to going to get docked points for getting it wrong (unless the teacher is an absolute jerk). Now for people like me that idea is terrifying. I hate volunteering. I fidgit and say um like a broken record. However maybe if more teachers made it a requirement it would help people, like me, to get out there. Help us get over our little stage fright, which can help us in other areas of our life. Like speaking up at meetings, sharing our opinions, stuff like that. Meanwhile kids can earn a fair grade.

Just an idea. I will probably have some teacher tell me why that's not possible. And that's fine. It's only my opinion. It's not like I have ever taught a class before, but I think it's a good idea =)

Blogs of note? ha I think not

Blogger has this fantastic little feature, called blogs of note, that shows of blogs that are good based on whatever standards. So from my last blog I decided I should check some out. My goodness...
(First off I'm just going to say this is only my personal opinion based on what I saw, and by now means applies to all of the blogs.)
I swear I can't find anything worth reading. Here's a run through of what I found:
1. A bunch of cute little arts and crafts blogs for those people who sit at home with oodles of extra time on their hands.
2. Blogs by moms saying how hard their lives are, but how blessed they still consider themselves.
3. Pictures of random people from some family holiday event... without captions
4. Blogs in other languages.

Not saying somebody somewhere doesn't find them interesting, but there are SO many. If you have seen one you have seen them all. Come on, where is the ingenuity? I want to find a blog about something important. Something that really matters. So if you have one, or maybe it's even yours. Let me know. I want to read it.